ultimately
we thought we write
trying to please
the reader
it is not actually
the case
someone is looking
for a cure
to his madness
someone is finding
a way to calm the
storm
someone is looking
for an opening
from an enclosure
someone is inside
a labyrinth trying
to figure out the
way to exit
someone is on fire
shouting for a fireman
someone is lost in
the desert
waiting for the caravan
someone is burning
andno one is seeing
someone is dead
years ago and no one remembers
someone is murdered
no one is caught
all these, all these
people
are the ones that
truly write.
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